Romans & histoires Who Does Dorian End Up With In Throne Of Glass

I didn't want Darian risking something like that just because of me. The priestess' final words as she left the castle that day were, "The throne is meant for the one it calls and nothing can be done about it. Princess Selena and Prince Darian have been chosen for each other by the Moon goddess. Nothing can change that. If you're willing to face her wrath, then do otherwise." At that, I was more terrified than I had ever been. Darian was still adamant about changing his mind and accepting Selena. He had even sworn now that he wasn't going to make her his mate.

"I would like to go prepare for the Queen's birthday feast" "Let's go," Dorian said and they both went to her chambers. Jarvis bathed her and dressed her up in a silky smooth gown. After putting on the gown, she sat on the seat in her room and Jarvis combed her hair until it shone like black diamonds. Dorian had beautiful black hair which she got from her mother. Dorian and Jarvis went to the dining room where the feast was taking place. The room was filled with food, music, and enough wine for everyone.

“ Enough of all this drama you all are putting here!! No one should address the hybrid in an abusive manner!! She is part of Shadowclaw. She's my mate! Do you understand?” The guards nodded, some falling to their knees, begging for mercy. “Please, Alpha, we didn’t mean it! We swear.. This would never happen again Lord Dorian,” Dorian sneered, his cold eyes filled with disgust. “Get out of my sight.” The guards scrambled away, disappearing into the mansion’s shadows as quickly as they could. The fear on their faces was undeniable, and Irwin watched them go, her heart pounding in her chest. She turned her gaze to Dorian, who stood still, chest heaving from the adrenaline. "Dorian called me his

“That’s… that’s ” Dorian raised a brow. “Yes. And his last known location. In Morocco. With our mother’s last alias attached to his offshore files.” The silence turned lethal. Vivienne sat bolt upright. “Then we go after him.” Dorian finally turned to Isolde. He didn’t kneel. He didn’t present a ring. Instead, he extended his hand across the table. “I don’t want to marry you into peace,” he said. “I want to marry you into war.”

I left the gate road alone, with Marcus’s people still laughing behind me. The wind carried their voices away, but the sound pulled me back to another crowd in Blackthorn Keep. Three years ago, I had stood before the altar of the Dragon Goddess in ceremonial white, waiting for Marcus to complete our Dragon bond. Instead, he let go. “I am sorry, Sienna,” he said in front of them all. “I have chosen Clara.” Clara stepped out from the crowd with one hand resting over the slight curve of her stomach.

"Aren't these all your favorites?" All of a sudden, my chest felt stuffy. He had actually remembered. Perhaps it was because our mating ritual was tomorrow, or perhaps because it was such a rare occasion for him to seek me out on his own, my heart, which had already gone numb, traitorously softened for a brief moment. Yet, the very next second, Dorian picked up a silver-white tiara from a gift box at the corner of my bed. "This is nice. It matches the color of Vanya's new jewelry set perfectly. Why don't you let your sister have this tiara?"

When I stepped out, Dorian was leaning against the wall, his gaze slow and deliberate as it traced from my shoulders to the hem. “Turn around,” he said. I did, but my jaw tightened. “Why red?” “Because,” he said simply, “it’s the color you’ll be wearing the day you finally stop running from me.” I swallowed hard, heat rising in my cheeks. I wasn’t sure if it was from anger… or something far more dangerous. EVENING By evening, the city had softened under a dusky violet sky. Dorian led me to a restaurant on the top floor of a glass tower, the kind of place where the air smelled faintly of wine and the view stretched endlessly over the glittering streets below.

“It’s not something you have to think about so much. If I were you, I’d focus on finding the prince who would clear me off this debt, so I can get my people and land back.” I stared at my hands, twisting the ring Dorian had once given me as part of my staff contract. Every staff member wore one. “Actually, you’re right… I just hope my fairytale plan works out.” She smiled sadly. “Of course it would; I’m rooting for you, my girl.” Before I could reply, a soft knock came from the doorway. We both turned. Dorian stood there, dressed in his usual dark suit, though his tie was gone and the top buttons of his shirt were undone.

I drew in a sharp breath, lifted my chin, and spoke clearly. “Let us end the war between our kinds. Let there be peace. I will take my place as your queen—” I paused, my heart pounding as Dorian’s face filled my mind— “but I will also marry Dorian.” Silence filled the entire room until a witch burst in, her voice shrill with urgency. “Come see this!” she screamed. We all rushed into the grand hall and to my utter shock, there stood Dorian. He wasn’t alone. A legion of werewolves were with him, their presence fierce and commanding. In his hand, gleaming under the torchlight, was a stone unlike any other.

Magic laced the air instantly. From the far side, Dorian emerged—tall, silver-haired, eyes black with shadow and red with rage. “You came,” he said. “I was starting to think you'd hide behind your new mate.” “I’ve never hidden,” Serena said. “I don’t need an army to confront you.” Dorian smirked. “But you brought one anyway.” Theron and Elias stepped beside her. Dorian’s smile vanished. “So this is it, then? You’ve chosen your side?”